Datang: Mother, I really have no private money

"Scholars still care so much about their appearance. They really don't know where the book has gone."

"Pretending to be a scholar!"

"Who said it wasn't?"

"Come on, come on, sit down..."

Lu Zimei, Wang Tian and the others greeted each other with a smile and sat down, while mocking others from time to time.

Hearing this made the poor children around feel angry.

However, they also knew that it would be futile to go up and argue by themselves, and they might be humiliated in reverse. If they wanted to save face, they could only wait for the poetry meeting to open and beat them in poetry!

In this way, it is a great pleasure!

There are more and more descendants of the clan.

All kinds of luxurious carriages were parked to one side, and the scenery beside the Weishui River was quite nice.

At the same time, the two groups of people became more and more incompatible.

All the children from poor families sit on the right, and all the children from noble families sit on the left.

The contrast is obvious.

One side is lonely and monotonous.

Talking and laughing on one side is extravagant

For this poetry meeting, the children of the aristocratic family dressed up as an outing for leisure, which was extremely relaxing.

But the poor family's children were silently suppressed in their hearts, just waiting for the Shihui to slap the aristocratic children in the face.

As for those ordinary people, they sat outside two groups of people. They came to watch the play. After all, Dou Da’s Wen (Qian Dehao) didn’t know a word, let alone poetry, it was difficult to write two characters.

Everyone, ladies and ladies, have also separated from these two groups of people.

They sat on the other side, enjoying themselves, pointing at the two groups of people, talking and laughing, feeling uncomfortable.

Changle is naturally among them.

She came with Li Xueyan, Princess of Hejian, Li Wei, Princess of Xiangcheng, Fang Fengzhu, daughter of Fang Xuanling, and Li Waner, daughter of Li Jing.

"I don't know if you guys are going to prepare poems today?" Li Xueyan joked with a smile: "Fengzhu, among us, you are the best literary talent. Wait a minute, you have to represent us, don't be ashamed."

"That's right, Fengzhu, maybe you can make friends with poetry, and you can still find your own wishful husband." Chang Le said with a smile.

Fang Fengzhu chuckled, glanced at the two groups of people, and shook his head: "I really don't like their literary talents."

"Look, those people from the Shi Clan, Li Xuan and others, are well-known, but they are actually people who have nothing in their hearts."

"I talked to them about it."

"There's not much to expect from them."

"Today, I hope that among the children of the humble family, there will be praiseworthy masterpieces."

Chang Le nodded slightly.

Then her gaze came to everyone's attention.

She had never seen such a big scene today.

It's a pity that Qingque is not here, otherwise...

She thought of those poems written by Li Tai.

If you take out a song casually, it will definitely shock the whole world!

but··········

But not there.

Chang Le felt a pity in her heart, her eyes dimmed a bit.

And at this time, at last, Fang Xuanling, Kong Yingda, Du Ruhui, Yu Shinan, the big scholars of the Tang Dynasty, the big names in the literary world, arrived.

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ps: Chapter 3 is here, and I will continue to work hard. Hey, I was really busy yesterday. I am really sorry that I only made two updates. There is no way, I was a little caught off guard! ! !Make it up today! ! !pull.

Chapter 99

In addition to these famous Eighteen Scholars of the Tang Dynasty, there are other prominent existences of various identities.

Pei Ji, Wang Gui, and Xiao Yu were well-known pillars of the state in the Tang Dynasty.

There are also the heads of the major clans.

However, none of the seven Patriarchs with five surnames and Qiwang appeared.

Because Li Shimin and Empress Changsun did not come today either.

The place for Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and the others has already been set up.

Tea and fruit snacks are also available.

Kong Yingda, Fang Xuanling and others took their seats one after another,

"Hehehe... Brother Yu, long time no see, I'm in love with you, this spirit looks really good."

"Hey, Brother Du, we haven't seen each other for a while, come on, come on, sit down."

"Brother Wang, hahaha... Brother Wang's demeanor is still the same as before. Looking at it, I feel very relieved."

"..."

Kong Yingda and the group exchanged simple greetings and took their seats.

Kong Yingda swept across the densely populated Weishui River with a smile on his face, his face was extremely gratified.

It seems that today's poetry meeting will definitely become a grand meeting that future generations will talk about.

It is definitely the first time that there are so many scholars.

Take a look!

Scholars from poor families, scholars from aristocratic families, competing on the same stage, participating together, never coming before!

"Today's event is extraordinary."

"It is estimated that they all came with the masterpieces in their hearts. Go far away and announce the start quickly."

At this time, Fang Xuanling rubbed her hands, feeling a little impatient.

With so many people, there must be a frenzy of masterpieces.

Next to it, several eunuchs who wrote the pen were already in place.

They are to record every poem.

"it is good!"

Kong Yingda nodded. He knew that the most important thing in this poetry meeting was poetry, and other bells and whistles should be discarded as soon as possible.

Kong Yingda stood up.

He looked at the crowd.

"Students, today we are all gathered together to participate in this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting."

"This is the honor of the old man, and also the honor of Datang!"

"This time, we have written history together. Even after thousands of years, we will still be able to remember this event, and it will also be talked about by the people of the world."

"Students, I know that many of you have been suppressed in public for several years, or even decades."

When he said this, Kong Yingda paused slightly, and his eyes fell on the children of the poor family.

Inside, there were quite a few old men with gray hair.

But they are still stubborn in Tsing Yi.

They are the first batch of poor scholars.

　 　They are scholars left over from the previous dynasty.

They waited the longest, but they never gave up.

Kong Yingda's eyes were also full of admiration.

"Today, let's let go."

"The rules are very simple."

"If you have a good author, just say it and shout it out."

"I'll wait, let's share the reward!"

Kong Yingda shouted loudly.

Such rules are uncomplicated.

However, such a rule is the most creative! ! !

Sometimes, the smaller the constraints, the greater the potential that can be unleashed! ! !

Kong Yingda sat down.

The audience is a little quiet.

At this time, Li Xuan stood up directly.

He turned his head to look at the poor boy on one side, his eyes were frivolous, full of arrogance and arrogance.

"Since no one speaks, then I will start."

Li Xuan cleared his throat.

No one among the poor scholars spoke, they all listened quietly.

After all, none of them stood up just now, but now that they did, they naturally wanted to listen quietly.

Ma Zhou stared slightly at Li Xuan, looking very seriously.

He wants to analyze the knowledge of this group of descendants of the family.

It can be said that they know nothing about the children of the family. To be honest, they have never been in contact with them, and they only have fantasies in their hearts.

Now that he could talk directly, Ma Zhou couldn't help but clenched his fingers tightly.

He was a little scared.

Afraid that the family is too powerful.

However, when Li Xuan slowly recited his poems, Ma Zhou felt relieved.

It wasn't just him, many poor scholars around him also went from tense to relaxed like a roller coaster in an instant.

This poem can barely be regarded as a masterpiece.

but·······

If you let Ma Zhou and his group of top poor scholars evaluate it, four words: mediocre.

That's right, it's unremarkable.

The words and sentences used may be extremely gorgeous, but the content of the recitation is empty.

Specious.

Can't see its god.

"Okay! Brother Li really has a brilliant literary talent."

"This poem showcases brother Li's literary talents. With such words and sentences, I am afraid that no one can match them."

"That's right! Brother Li is happy to open the door, Miao Miaomiao, it seems that they were frightened by Brother Li, since that's the case, the younger brother will also come."

"・・・"

When Li Xuan sat down, the children of the surrounding clan burst into cheers.

Li Xuan raised his head proudly, it can be said that he looked at the other party sideways with his eyes, and he didn't need to look straight at all.